A/N: No, I'm not dead. Here's your chapter.
Dumbledore PoV
"Why did you give up the boy, Albus?" Minerva asked me, looking somewhat askance.
I shrugged. "Simply because he was in my way." A baffled look came to her face. "You see," I continued, "he was supposed to have died in his second year, during his display of heroism in the Chamber of Secrets."
"But why now, Headmaster?"
"He was a nuisance, and nuisances must be disposed of."
Hermione PoV
Merlin, the things duress can make you do.
Since first year, Dumbledore had threatened me at wandpoint to be "friendly" with Harry Potter. He'd told me to convince Ronald the Daft, as I call him, as well.
He didn't take much convincing. I told him he'd be famous if we did absolutely everything with Harry.
So, of course, I had to follow suit. Simple things, life-threatening things, EVERYTHING.
And so we did.
Harry PoV
*FLASHBACK*
I'd started cutting myself after Sirius died. Some times were worse than others, but I'd never passed out or died – obviously.
But my only family, my last true connection, was gone. I wanted to make the pain physical, so I could deal with it better.
And I could. But I had no one to turn to. Ron wouldn't understand, and Hermione would tell someone.
After Sirius's death, I became much more disconnected from my friends. We didn't talk as much as we used to, and, slowly but surely, we grew farther and farther apart.
*END FLASHBACK*
A/N: Sorry about all of the PoV switching. I was trying to explain some things and really get in-depth with the story, so there you go. I do enjoy helpful criticism. No flames, please.